| Song | The Whale |
| Artist | Sims |
| Album | Field Notes |
| All you ever seem to say is, “probably not today” | |
| and all you ever seem to do is come up with some new excuses | |
| and I was reaching out | |
| but hey, I can’t wait forever | |
| And it’s true, that new development | |
| burning element took your home from you | |
| forced your hand to move | |
| nothing else to do | |
| high demand no other plan | |
| you’ve got everything to lose | |
| she’s yelling always, all day | |
| she takes your shit to the hallway | |
| you’re quiet, you hide it | |
| but your eyes tell what you won’t say | |
| you feel bad, smoke good | |
| think about your own dad and how could you | |
| carve your name in that rosewood | |
| you drink, you sniff, you pop | |
| that might get you through the evening | |
| god dam this hell is hot | |
| you flirt, you touch, you fuck | |
| that might get you to the AM | |
| might change a bit of luck | |
| it’s that violence under your eyelids | |
| you swim to the closest island | |
| so busy emptying the bottle | |
| you didn't see the message | |
| you passed over those passing ships | |
| staring at your wreckage | |
| and you closed every door | |
| while I was there | |
| ready to step in | |
| all the noise can’t prepare you for how quiet that storm gets | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the harpoon | |
| the whale | |
| And I was mad at how you shut me out | |
| how many second chances that you get | |
| and fuck up | |
| and I scream get over it | |
| knuckle up you fucking chump | |
| and I know enough | |
| but that’s not enough | |
| you’re loyal as a dog | |
| and you’re sick as one as well | |
| you try to hide your eyes | |
| but everyone can tell | |
| you’re so far beneath the floor that | |
| you can’t even see the ceiling | |
| waiting on that good old | |
| that good old feeling | |
| that knot in your pocket to stop you from sobbing | |
| puts a block in your thoughts but it’s not stopping your problems | |
| and I want to say something | |
| but I’m afraid that’ll be nothing | |
| that all you’l hear is a judgement | |
| like somehow I’m above it | |
| so I turn a cheek and I walk away | |
| but just this week I heard them say | |
| what you do with your pay | |
| and I felt pain, and I felt shame | |
| and I’ve done this once before | |
| when I tried to save my old man from chasing that fish out to sea | |
| but he was too far out of reach | |
| lucky me, he hit bottom | |
| washed up safely on the beach | |
| not the same for Mikey | |
| R.I.P EYE | |
| I think about him every week | |
| I think about you even more | |
| hoping you’ll find peace at war | |
| or tell yourself to cease fire | |
| I wrote this in place of writing you a eulogy | |
| so please excuse my use of— | |
| it’s not my usually | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the harpoon | |
| the whale |
| All you ever seem to say is, " probably not today" | |
| and all you ever seem to do is come up with some new excuses | |
| and I was reaching out | |
| but hey, I can' t wait forever | |
| And it' s true, that new development | |
| burning element took your home from you | |
| forced your hand to move | |
| nothing else to do | |
| high demand no other plan | |
| you' ve got everything to lose | |
| she' s yelling always, all day | |
| she takes your shit to the hallway | |
| you' re quiet, you hide it | |
| but your eyes tell what you won' t say | |
| you feel bad, smoke good | |
| think about your own dad and how could you | |
| carve your name in that rosewood | |
| you drink, you sniff, you pop | |
| that might get you through the evening | |
| god dam this hell is hot | |
| you flirt, you touch, you fuck | |
| that might get you to the AM | |
| might change a bit of luck | |
| it' s that violence under your eyelids | |
| you swim to the closest island | |
| so busy emptying the bottle | |
| you didn' t see the message | |
| you passed over those passing ships | |
| staring at your wreckage | |
| and you closed every door | |
| while I was there | |
| ready to step in | |
| all the noise can' t prepare you for how quiet that storm gets | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the harpoon | |
| the whale | |
| And I was mad at how you shut me out | |
| how many second chances that you get | |
| and fuck up | |
| and I scream get over it | |
| knuckle up you fucking chump | |
| and I know enough | |
| but that' s not enough | |
| you' re loyal as a dog | |
| and you' re sick as one as well | |
| you try to hide your eyes | |
| but everyone can tell | |
| you' re so far beneath the floor that | |
| you can' t even see the ceiling | |
| waiting on that good old | |
| that good old feeling | |
| that knot in your pocket to stop you from sobbing | |
| puts a block in your thoughts but it' s not stopping your problems | |
| and I want to say something | |
| but I' m afraid that' ll be nothing | |
| that all you' l hear is a judgement | |
| like somehow I' m above it | |
| so I turn a cheek and I walk away | |
| but just this week I heard them say | |
| what you do with your pay | |
| and I felt pain, and I felt shame | |
| and I' ve done this once before | |
| when I tried to save my old man from chasing that fish out to sea | |
| but he was too far out of reach | |
| lucky me, he hit bottom | |
| washed up safely on the beach | |
| not the same for Mikey | |
| R. I. P EYE | |
| I think about him every week | |
| I think about you even more | |
| hoping you' ll find peace at war | |
| or tell yourself to cease fire | |
| I wrote this in place of writing you a eulogy | |
| so please excuse my use of | |
| it' s not my usually | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the whale | |
| the harpoon | |
| the whale |